No magical sword can sever the chain of gravity
drawing the swirling galaxies toward sacred marriage,
for the divine haloes already bridge Poseidon’s realm.

The spiral arms unfurl after an initial embrace;
Perseus pursues his blueshifted princess chained near sea
where just below the ecliptic a scaled dragon circles.

The sea serpent references the black vacuum and the
black-hole hearts beating in the gods as argument against
geometric form. Yet elliptical stars will shine on.

*[ WSB ]_.